First rule of training: Crochet

The gods are either against me or need me to wait slightly prior to commencing my training. A few days ago, in yoga, I noticed when I took off my shoes I feel this weird pressure and pain at the top of my big toe.  I got through practice reasonably well, save that it was... Continue Reading →

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Maybe I should blog about running again…

Because I got into the Oxford Half. Here's the thing, a long time ago when dinosaurs walked the earth and Brexit wasn't a recurring joke in my blogs I ran the first Oxford Half.  It was held at Kassam Stadium and consisted of a loop around Oxford and back again.  The idea of a big... Continue Reading →

The sun ritual.

When I was younger, much younger than most of you reading (I like to think I attract a hip, young audience to my blog that I sometimes write in once a year) I went to a small Catholic school in Florida.  We were tiny, so tiny that when someone new came in it was like... Continue Reading →

SUPER HIPPIE

Every day I grow closer to joining the commune. While I am a total advocate for modern medicine, fully believe in vaccinations and check-ups, I have found myself slowly going down the slippery slope of hippiedom. First, it was giving up the car and biking everywhere except when I need a car and I borrow... Continue Reading →

The Grand Old Duke of York

When I lived in Texas a trip "around the corner" averaged about 200-300 miles.  I got very used to being in a car for a couple of hours to go anywhere outside of my home city.  In fact, I got used to being in a car for several hours to anywhere inside of my city.... Continue Reading →

Commingled Commuter

A little more than ten years ago I gave up owning a car.  Moving from a huge city - Houston, TX - to a city founded well before anyone thought roads need be more than a single track for you and your favourite oxen - Oxford - required a change of priorities. I started on... Continue Reading →

Milestones.

When I was little a birthday was a big deal.  It was so big that I had managed, through some level of adorable child negotiation, to convince part of my family to not only sing "Happy Birthday" to the person whose birthday it actually was, but also to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. Each year... Continue Reading →

Windsor “Me Time”

I went to Windsor Castle by myself today. Now, if you are a parent going ANYWHERE by yourself is usually a treat.  If it doesn't require the purchase of food or clothing, the attendance of a birthday party, the movement of one or more spawn to multiple locations in which you are allowed five minutes... Continue Reading →

Ten Years in the UK.

  On December 18, 2008 I landed at Heathrow Airport with three suitcases, a dog, and a lot of nervousness.  The sky was grey, in fact, so much about the UK seemed grey, having migrated from the green lands of the American south.  We crammed everything into the rental car and I was driven (I... Continue Reading →

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